The last thing he had wanted to do was to make it worse, but Dale was afraid that was precisely what he had managed to do. He remembered what Evan had missed, and it had upset him greatly at the time. It had been terrible, and Dale had wanted his brother every moment of it. At the same time, though, he was sort of glad that he had missed it because it had been so rough for all of them. At least Evan had been spared a bit of the pain.
Only he hadn't. Not really. Dale could tell that by looking at him and listening to his words.
So he made himself form sentences. "We didn't talk about it. Not before and not after. He knew it upset me so he didn't bring it up. Maybe he talked to Momma about it before." Dale reached for his brother's hand. "Please. We can go find him. He's probably in the attic. He likes spending time with the children. You remember I told you about them? They're still there." Sometimes Dale thought they would always be there.
"If you want to. Only if you want to." It might be too much for him for one day, but Dale still had to offer. "I bet he'd be happy you're home."